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We walked through the marajuana and “red light” districts to experience offers of a number of not-quite-legal diversions… “Coke” muttered a suspicious-looking guy, far enough under his breath that he could deny it if I turned out to be a narc. “XTC” said another man, nearly whispering it in my ear in passing, while his eyes were fixed elsewhere.

I had no interest in drugs or commercial sex, but I began to wonder what sort of illicit offerings I might actually respond to… “network connectivity” whispered sotto voce from a dark doorway, behind which would be a damp, poorly-lit room with a stained card table and an original IBM Thinkpad, and a frayed phone cable snaking across the floor to where it is spliced into the building’s telco wiring.

It’s true — I’ve traveled to one of the few places on the planet where casual drug use is, if not legal, certainly tolerated… and yet the itch that really needs scratching is knowing whether my servers are still up.